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The man is ever blest
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #376 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Blessedness of the Righteous Lyrics: 1 The man is ever blest
Who shuns the sinners' ways;
Among their counsels never stands,
Nor takes the scorners' place.
2 But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labors of the day,
And watches of the night.
3 He like a tree shall thrive,
With waters near the root;
Fresh as the leaf, His name shall live;
His works are heavenly fruit.
4 Not so th' ungodly race,
They no such blessings find;
Their hopes shall flee like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.
5 How shall they bear to stand
Before the judgment-seat
Where all the saints at Christ's right hand
In full assembly meet?
6 He knows and He approves
The way the righteous go:
But sinners and their works shall meet
A dreadful overflow. Scripture: Psalm 1 Languages: English
The man is ever blest
Your harps, ye trembling saints
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #316 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take:
Loud to the praise of love Divine
Bid every string awake.
2 Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.
3 His grace will to the end
Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the spark divine.
4 When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heavenly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon His Name.
5 Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at His control:
His loving kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.
6 Blest is the man, O Lord,
Who stays himself on Thee;
Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord,
Shall Thy salvation see. Languages: English
Your harps, ye trembling saints
Blest is the man, for ever blest
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #306 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint Justified Lyrics: 1 Blest is the man, for ever blest,
Whose guilt is pardoned by his God,
Whose sins with sorrow are confessed,
And covered with his Saviour's blood.
2 Blest is the man to whom the Lord
Imputes not his iniquities;
He pleads no merit of reward
And not on works, but grace, relies.
3 From guile his heart and lips are free;
His humble joy, his holy fear,
With deep repentance well agree,
And join to prove his faith sincere.
4 How glorious is that righteousness
That hides and cancels all his sins!
While bright the evidence of grace
Through his whole life appears and shines. Languages: English
Blest is the man, for ever blest
Happy the man whose wishes climb
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #380 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Blessedness of the Righteous Lyrics: 1 Happy the man whose wishes climb
To mansions in the skies!
He looks on all the joys of time
With undesiring eyes.
2 In vain soft pleasure spreads her charms,
And throws her silken chain;
And wealth and fame invite His arms,
And tempt His ear in vain.
3 He knows that all these glitt'ring things
Must yield to sure decay;
And sees on time's extended wings
How swift they flee away!
4 To things unseen by mortal eyes,
A beam of sacred light
Directs His view; His prospects rise
All permanent and bright.
5 His hopes are fixed on joys to come:
Those blissful scenes on high
Shall flourish in immortal bloom,
When time and nature die. Languages: English
Happy the man whose wishes climb
Not Ashamed of Christ
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #339 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint Steadfast and Abounding in Grace First Line: Jesus, and shall it ever be Lyrics: 1 Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of Thee--
Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days?
2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let night disown each radiant star;
'Tis midnight with my soul till He,
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! oh, as soon
Let morning blush to own the sun;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
4 Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His Name.
5 Ashamed of Jesus! empty pride;
I'll boast a Saviour crucified;
And, oh may this my portion be,
My Saviour not ashamed of me. Languages: English
Not Ashamed of Christ
Soldiers of Christ, arise
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #345 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Steadfast and Abounding in Grace Lyrics: 1 Soldiers of Christ, arise,
And gird your armor on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies
Through His eternal Son.
2 Strong in the Lord of hosts
And in His mighty power,
The man who in the Saviour trusts
Is more than conqueror.
3 Stand, then, in His great might,
With all His strength endued.
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God,--
4 That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
You may o'ercome through Christ alone,
And stand complete at last.
5 From strength to strength go on;
Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
Tread all the powers of darkness down.
And win the well-fought day.
6 Still let the Spirit cry,
In all His soldiers, "Come,"
Till Christ the Lord descends from high,
And takes the conquerors home. Languages: English
Soldiers of Christ, arise
How happy is the pilgrim's lot
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #370 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Prospect of Heaven Lyrics: 1 How happy is the pilgrim’s lot,
How free from every anxious thought,
From worldly hope and fear!
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.
2 This happiness in part is mine;
Already saved from self design,
From every creature-love;
Blest with the scorn of finite good--
My soul is lightened of its load,
And seeks the things above.
3 Though I no foot of land possess,
Nor cottage in this wilderness,
A poor wayfaring man:
I lodge awhile in tents below,
Or gladly wander to and fro,
Till I my Canaan gain.
4 Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger, to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise:
I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight--
A city in the skies.
5 There is my house and portion fair,
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come!
9. I come, Thy servant, Lord, replies,
I come to meet Thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest;
Now let the pilgrim’s journey end,
Now, O my Savior, brother, friend.
Receive me to Thy breast! Languages: English
How happy is the pilgrim's lot
Am I a soldier of the cross
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #338 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Submission to the Will of God Lyrics: 1 Am I a soldier of the cross?
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?
3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
4 Sure, I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word.
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
With faith's discerning eye.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all Thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be Thine. Languages: English
Am I a soldier of the cross
Awake, our souls, away, our fears
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #344 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint Steadfast and Abounding in Grace Lyrics: 1 Awake, our souls, away, our fears,
Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
2 True, ’tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint.
3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new, and ever young,
And firm endures while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.
4 From Thee, the ever-flowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply;
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We’ll mount aloft to Thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amid the heavenly road. Languages: English
Awake, our souls, away, our fears
"We've no abiding city here:"
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #368 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint In Prospect of Heaven Lyrics: 1 "We've no abiding city here:"
This may distress the worldly mind;
But should not cost a saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find.
2 "We've no abiding city here:"
Sad truth, were this to be our home;
But let this thought our spirits cheer,
"We seek a city yet to come."
3 "We've no abiding city here:"
Then let us live as pilgrims do:
Let not the world our rest appear;
But let us haste from all below.
4 "We've no abiding city here,"
We seek a city out of sight:
Zion it's name,--the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light.
5 Oh sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest!
Had I the pinions of the dove,
I'd flee to Thee, and be at rest.
6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine!
The time my God appoints is best:
While here to do His will be mine;
And His to fix my time of rest. Languages: English
"We've no abiding city here:"
Lord, unafflicted, undismayed
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #320 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Lord, unafflicted, undismayed,
In pleasure's path how long I stayed!
Bur Thou hast made me feel Thy rod,
And turned my soul to Thee, my God.
2 What though it pierced my fainting heart,
I bless Thy hand that cased the smart;
It taught my tears a while to flow,
But saved me from eternal woe.
3 Oh hadst Thou left me unchastised,
Thy precepts I had still despised,
And still the snare, in secret laid
Had my unwary feet betrayed.
4 I love Thy chastenings, oh my God;
They fix my hopes on Thy abode,
Where, in Thy presence fully blest,
Thy stricken saints for ever rest. Languages: English
Lord, unafflicted, undismayed
When languor and disease invade
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #326 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 When languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
’Tis sweet to look beyond my pains,
And long to fly away.
2 Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of His love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above.
3 Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on His covenant of grace
For all things to depend.
4 If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from thee! Languages: English
When languor and disease invade
Oh that I knew the secret place
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #350 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Thirsting After God Lyrics: 1 Oh that I knew the secret place
Where I might find my God!
I'd spread my wants before His face,
And pour my woes abroad.
2 I'd tell him how my sins arise,
What sorrows I sustain;
How grace decays and comfort dies,
And leaves my heart in pain:
3 He knows what arguments I'd take
To wrestle with my God:
I'd plead for His own mercy's sake--
And for my Savior's blood.
4 My God will pity my complaints,
And drive my foes away;
He knows the meaning of His saints
When they in sorrow pray.
5 Arise, my soul! from deep distress,
And banish every fear;
He calls Thee to His throne of grace,
To spread thy sorrow there. Languages: English
Oh that I knew the secret place
Saviour, source of every blessing
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #362 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint Rejoicing in Deliverance Lyrics: 1 Saviour, source of every blessing,
Tune my heart to grateful lays;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise.
2 Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by raptured saints above;
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While I sing redeeming love.
3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
Thou, to save my soul from danger,
Didst redeem me with Thy blood.
4 By Thy hand restored, defended,
Safe through life thus far I've come;
Safe, O Lord, when life is ended,
Bring me to my heavenly home. Languages: English
Saviour, source of every blessing
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #364 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Prospect of Heaven Lyrics: 1 Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.
2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames arrayed!
My soul, which springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thine aid.
3 Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode-
The pavement of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall reign with God.
4 The Father of eternal light
Shall there His beams display;
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day.
5 No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into mine eyes;
Nor the noon-day sun decline,
Amid those brighter skies.
6 There all the millions of His saints
Shall in one song unite;
And each the bliss of all shall share,
With infinite delight. Languages: English
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell
Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #373 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Prospect of Heaven Lyrics: 1 Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,
How sweet to the soul is communion with saints!
To find at the banquet of mercy there's room,
And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.
Home! home! sweet, sweet home!
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.
2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of peace!
And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease!
Though oft from Thy presence in sadness I roam,
I long to behold Thee in glory, at home.
Home! home! sweet, sweet home!
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.
3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free,
Which hinders my joy and communion with Thee;
Though now my temptations like billows may foam,
All, all will be peace, when I'm with Thee at home.
Home! home! sweet, sweet home!
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.
4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay,
Oh give me submission and strength as my day;
In all my afflictions to Thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.
Home! home! sweet, sweet home!
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.
5 Whate'er Thou deniest, oh give my Thy grace!
The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy face;
Indulge me with patience to wait at Thy throne,
And find even now a sweet foretaste of home.
Home! home! sweet, sweet home!
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.
6 I long, dearest Lord, in Thy beauties to shine,
No more as an exile in sorrow to pine,
And in Thy dear image, arise from the tomb,
With glorified millions to praise Thee at home.
Home! home! sweet, sweet home!
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. Languages: English
Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints
Oh for a closer walk with God
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #349 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Thirsting After God Lyrics: 1 Oh for a closer walk with God,--
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and His word?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove! return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drove Thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
whate'er that idol be;
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
And purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb. Languages: English
Oh for a closer walk with God
Oh for a heart to praise my God!
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #358 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Lukewarm and Backsliding Lyrics: 1 O for a heart to praise my God!--
A heart from sin set free,
A heart that's sprinkled with the blood
So freely shed for me,--
2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek--
My great Redeemer’s throne,
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.
3 Oh for a lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true and clean;
Which neither life nor death can part
From Him that dwells within!
4 A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good--
A copy, Lord, of Thine.
5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write Thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of Love. Languages: English
Oh for a heart to praise my God!
When God revealed His gracious name
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #307 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Pardoned Lyrics: 1 When God revealed His gracious name,
And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.
2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did Thy hand confess;
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.
3 "Great is the work," my neighbors cried,
And owned Thy power divine;
"Great is the work," my heart replied,
"And be the glory Thine."
4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.
5 Let those that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come;
They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home. Languages: English
When God revealed His gracious name
How various and how new
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #308 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Pardoned Lyrics: 1 How various and how new
Are Thy compassions, Lord!
Each morning shall Thy mercies show,
Each night Thy love record.
2 Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawned on our early days,
Err infant reason had begun
To form our lips to praise.
3 Each object we beheld
Gave pleasure to our eyes,
And nature all our senses held
In bands of sweet surprise.
4 But pleasures more refined
Awaited that blest day,
When light arose upon our mind
To chase our sins away.
5 How various and how new
Are Thy compassions, Lord!
Eternity Thy truth shall show,
And all Thy love record. Languages: English
How various and how new
Grace
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #309 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Pardoned First Line: Amazing grace! how sweet the sound Lyrics: 1 Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind but now I see.
2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
'Twas grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!
3 Full many a danger, toil, and snare
My soul has overcome;
'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
4 And when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil
A life of joy and peace. Languages: English
Grace
Am I called? and can it be
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #310 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint Pardoned Lyrics: 1 Am I called? and can it be,
Has my Saviour chosen me?
Guilty, wretched as I am,
Has He named my worthless name?
Vilest of the vile am I,
Dare I raise my hope so high?
2 Am I called? I dare not stay,
May not, must not disobey;
Here, I lay me at Thy feet,
Clinging to the mercy-seat;
Thine I am and Thine alone;
Lord, with me Thy will be done.
3 Am I called? what shall I bring
As an offering to my King?
Poor, and blind, and naked, I
Trembling at Thy footstool lie;
Naught but sin I call mine own,
Nor for sin can sin atone.
4 Am I called an heir of God?
Washed, redeemed by precious blood?
Father, lead me in Thy hand,
Guide me to that better land,
Where my soul shall be at rest,
Pillowed on my Saviour's breast. Languages: English
Am I called? and can it be
Oh how happy are they
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #311 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint Assured Lyrics: 1 Oh how happy are they
Who the Saviour obey,
And have laid up their treasure above!
Tongue can never express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.
2 That sweet comfort was mine,
When the favor divine
I received through the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart first believed,
What a joy I received!
What a heaven in Jesus’ dear name!
3 ’Twas a heaven below
My Redeemer to know,
And the angels could do nothing more,
Than to fall at His feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.
4 Jesus all the day long
Was my joy and my song:
Oh that all His salvation might see!
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffered and died,
To redeem even rebels like me.
5 Oh the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Savior possessed,
I was perfect blest,
As if filled with the fullness of God. Languages: English
Oh how happy are they
I now have found for hope of heaven
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #312 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint Assured Lyrics: 1 I now have found for hope of heaven
An anchor ground that firm will hold;
One--through the cross of Jesus given,
By God predestined from of old;
A ground that shall enduring stay,
When earth and skies have passed away.
2 ’Tis mercy,--mercy never ending,
Whose measure all our thoughts excels,
The arms of pity wide extending
Of Him whose heart for sinners feels,
And whose compassion warns His foes
To fly from sin and endless woes.
3 Of all beside were I forsaken,
That could my soul or body cheer,--
If every joy of earth were taken,
And not a friend were left me here,--
One joy remains--the brightest, best:
With pardoning love I still am blest. Languages: English
I now have found for hope of heaven
Mary to her Saviour's tomb
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #313 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint Assured Lyrics: 1 Mary to her Saviour’s tomb
Hasted at the early dawn;
Spice she brought, and sweet perfume,
But the Lord she loved had gone.
2 For awhile she weeping stood,
Struck with sorrow and surprise;
Shedding tears, a plenteous flood,
For her heart supplied her eyes.
3 Jesus, who is always near,
Though too often unperceived
Came, His drooping child to cheer,
Kindly asking why she grieved.
4 Though at first she knew Him not,
When He called her by her name,
Then her all her griefs forgot,
For she found He was the same.
5 Grief and sighing quickly fled
When she heard His welcome voice;
Just before she thought Him dead,
Now He bids her heart rejoice:
6 What a change His Word can make,
Turning darkness into day!
You who weep for Jesus’ sake;
He will wipe your tears away. Languages: English
Mary to her Saviour's tomb
Arise, my soul, arise
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #314 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint Assured Lyrics: 1 Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears,
The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.
2 He ever lives above,
For me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood was spilt for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.
3 Five bleeding wounds He bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, oh forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransomed sinner die.
4 The Father hears Him pray,
His dear anointed One;
He cannot turn away
The presence of His Son;
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.
5 My God is reconciled,
His pardoning voice I hear:
He owns me for His child,
I can no longer fear:
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father! cry. Languages: English
Arise, my soul, arise
In vain I trace creation o'er
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #315 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 In vain I trace creation o'er
In search of solid rest:
The whole creation is too poor,
Too mean to make me blest.
2 Let earth and all her charms depart,
Unworthy of the mind;
In God alone this restless heart
Enduring bliss can find.
3 Thy favor, Lord, is all I want;
Here would my spirit rest:
Oh seal the rich, the boundless grant,
And make me fully blest! Languages: English
In vain I trace creation o'er
Dear Refuge of my weary soul
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #317 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Dear Refuge of my weary soul,
On Thee, when sorrows rise--
On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.
2 To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief,
For every pain I feel.
3 Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face?
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace
Be deaf when I complain?
4 No: still the ear of sovereign grace
Attends the mourner's prayer;
Oh, may I ever find access
To breathe my sorrows there!
5 Thy mercy-seat is open still;
Here let my soul retreat,
With humble hope attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet. Languages: English
Dear Refuge of my weary soul
Gently Lord! oh gently lead us
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #318 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Gently, Lord! oh gently lead us
Through this lowly vale of tears--
Through the changes Thou'st decreed us,
Till our last great change appears:
Oh refresh us with Thy blessing--
Oh refresh us with Thy grace!
May Thy mercies, never ceasing,
Fit us for Thy dwelling-place.
2 When temptation's darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray,
Let Thy goodness never fail us--
Lead us in Thy perfect way:
In the hour of pain and anguish--
In the hour when death draws near,
Suffer not our hearts to languish--
Suffer not our souls to fear.
3 When this mortal life is ended,
Bid us in Thine arms to rest,
Till by angel bands attended,
We awake among the blest:
Oh refresh us with Thy blessing--
Oh refresh us with Thy grace!
May Thy mercies, never ceasing,
Fit us for Thy dwelling-place. Languages: English
Gently Lord! oh gently lead us
Alas! what hourly dangers rise
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #319 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Alas! what hourly dangers rise,
What snares beset my way!
To heaven oh let me lift mine eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.
2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,
And melt in flowing tears:
My weak resistance, ah, how vain,
How strong my foes and fears!
3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid,
Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.
4 Increase my faith, Increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.
5 When'er temptations fright my heart,
Or lure my feet aside,
My God, Thy powerful aid impart,
My Guardian and my Guide.
6 Oh keep me in Thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee;
And let me never, never stray
From happiness and thee. Languages: English
Alas! what hourly dangers rise
Abide with me! fast falls the evenitde
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #321 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Abide with me! fast falls the eventide,
The darkness deepens--Lord, with me abide!
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh abide with me!
2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day--
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away.
Change and decay in all around I see--
O Thou who changest not, abide with me!
3 I need Thy presence every passing hour:
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who like Thyself my guide and strength can be?
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me! Languages: English
Abide with me! fast falls the evenitde
O Thou who driest the mourner's tear
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #322 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 O Thou who driest the mourner’s tear,
How dark this world would be,
If, pierced by sins and sorrows here,
We could not fly to Thee!
2 But Thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.
3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And even the hope that threw
A moment’s sparkle o’er our tears,
Is dimmed and vanished too,—
4 Oh who could bear life’s stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love
Come brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?
5 Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright,
With more than rapture’s ray;
As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day. Languages: English
O Thou who driest the mourner's tear
Affliction
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #323 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble First Line: Hear, gracious God, my humble moan Lyrics: 1 Hear, gracious God, my humble moan,
To Thee I breathe my sigh:
When will the mournful night be gone?
When shall my joys arise?
2 Yet though my soul in darkness mourns,
Thy promise is my stay;
Here would I rest till light returns,
Thy presence makes my day.
3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace,
Relieve my aching heart;
Oh smile, and bid my sorrows cease,
And all their gloom depart.
4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise,
And bless Thy healing rays,
And change these deep complaining sighs
For songs of sacred praise. Languages: English
Affliction
Oh my soul, what means this sadness?
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #324 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Oh my soul, what means this sadness?
Wherefore art thou thus cast down?
Let thy griefs be turned to gladness,
Bid thy restless fears be gone;
Look to Jesus,
And rejoice in His dear name.
2 What though Satan's strong temptations
Vex and grieve thee day by day?
And thy sinful inclinations
Often fill thee with dismay?
Thou shalt conquer,
Through the Lamb's redeeming blood.
3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee,
From without and from within,
Jesus saith He'll ne'er forget thee,
But will save from hell and sin:
He is faithful
To perform His gracious Word.
4 Though distresses now attend thee,
And thou tread'st the thorny road,
His right hand shall still defend thee;
Soon He'll bring thee home to God!
Therefore praise Him--
Praise the great Redeemer's name.
5 Oh that I could now adore Him
Like the heavenly host above,
Who for ever bow before Him,
And unceasing sing His love!
Happy songsters!
When shall I your chorus join? Languages: English
Oh my soul, what means this sadness?
There is a pure and peaceful wave
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #325 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 There is a pure and peaceful wave,
That rolls around the throne of love;
Whose waters gladden as they lave
The bright and heavenly shores above.
2 While streams, which on that tide depend,
Steal from those heavenly shores away,
And on this desert world descend,
Over our barren land to stray,--
3 The pilgrim, faint and near to sink
Beneath his load of earthly woe,
Refreshed in its gentle flow.
4 There, oh my soul, do thou repose,
And hover o'er the hallowed spring,
To drink the crystal wave, and there
To lave thy wounded, weary wing.
5 It may be that the waft of love
Some leaves on that pure tide hath driven,
Which passing from the shores above,
Have floated down to us from heaven.
6 So shall thy wants and woes be healed
By the blest influence they bring;
So thy parched lips shall be unsealed,
Thy Saviour's worthy name to sing. Languages: English
There is a pure and peaceful wave
Commit Thy way, confiding
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #327 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Commit Thy way, confiding,
When trials here arise,
To Him whose hand is guiding
The tumults of the skies.
There clouds and tempests, raging,
Have all their path assigned;
Will God, for thee engaging,
No way of safety find?
2 Trust in the Lord! His favor
Will for thy wants provide;
Regard His word!--and ever
Thy work shall safe abide.
When sorrows here o'ertake thee,
And self-inflicted care,
Let not thy God forsake thee!
He listens for thy prayer.
3 Hope on! thou weak believer,
Hope on, and falter not!
He will thy soul deliver
From deeps of troubled thought:
Thy graces He will nourish,
With hope thy heart employ,
Till faith and hope shall flourish
And yield their fruits of joy.
4 The sorrows, Lord, that try us,
Oh bring them to an end!
With needed strength supply us,
From ever foe defend!
Let us, till death pursuing
The best--Thy chosen--way,
In heaven our life renewing,
Praise Thee in endless day. Scripture: Psalm 37 Languages: English
Commit Thy way, confiding
When musing sorrow weeps the past
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #328 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 When musing sorrow weeps the past,
And mourns the present pain,
'Tis sweet to think of peace at last,
And feel that death is gain.
2 'Tis not that mumuring thoughts arise,
And dread a Father's will;
'Tis not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still.
3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys
The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,
And lose herself in sight.
4 O let me wing my hallowed flight
From earth-born woe and care,
And soar above these clouds of night,
My Saviour's bliss to share! Languages: English
When musing sorrow weeps the past
In Thee I put my steadfast trust
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #329 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 In Thee I put my steadfast trust,
Defend me, Lord, from shame:
Incline Thine ear, and save my soul,
For righteous is Thy Name.
2 Be Thou my strong abiding-place,
To which I may resort:
Thy promise, Lord, is my defence,
Thou art my rock and fort.
3 My steadfast and unchanging hope
Shall on Thy power depend;
And I in grateful songs of praise
My time to come will spend.
4 Thy righteous acts and saving health
My mouth shall still declare,
Unable yet to count them all,
Though summed with utmost care.
5 While God vouchsafes me His support,
I'll in His strength go on;
All other righteousness disclaim,
And mention His alone.
6 Thou, Lord, hast taught me from my youth,
To praise thy glorious Name;
And ever since, Thy wondrous works
Have been my constant theme. Scripture: Psalm 71 Languages: English
In Thee I put my steadfast trust
The Sailor
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #330 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble First Line: Tossed upon life's raging billow Lyrics: 1 Tossed upon life’s raging billow,
Sweet it is, O Lord, to know
Thou hast press’d a sailor’s pillow,
And canst feel a sailor’s woe:
2 Never slumbering, never sleeping,
Tho’ the night be dark and drear,
Thou the faithful watch art keeping,
All, all's well! Thy constant cheer.
3 And though loud the wind is howling,
Fierce though flash the lightnings red,
Darkly though the storm clouds scowling,
O’er the sailor’s anxious head,--
4 Thou canst calm the raging ocean,
All its noise and tumult still,
Hush the tempest's wild commotion,
At the bidding of Thy will. Languages: English
The Sailor
When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #331 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,
When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,
Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish,
We fly to our Maker: "Save, Lord, or we perish."
2 O Jesus, once rocked on the breast of the billow,
Aroused by the shriek of despair from Thy pillow,
Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,
Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or we perish."
3 And oh! when the whirlwind of passion is raging,
When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging,
Then send down Thy Spirit, Thy redeemèd to cherish,
Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord, or we perish." Languages: English
When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming
Star of peace! to wand'rers weary
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #332 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 Star of peace! to wand'rers weary,
Bright the beams that smile on me;
Cheer the pilot's vision dreary,
Far, far at sea.
2 Star of hope! gleam on the billow;
Bless the soul that sighs for thee.
Bless the sailor's lonely pillow,
Far, far at sea.
3 Star of faith, when winds are mocking
All his toil, he flies to thee;
Save him, on the billows rocking,
Far, far at sea.
4 Star divine! oh safely guide him,--
Bring the wanderer home to Thee!
Sore temptations long have tried him,
Far, far at sea. Languages: English
Star of peace! to wand'rers weary
How are Thy servants blest, O Lord!
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #333 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 How are Thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.
2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by Thy care,
Through burning climes I pass unhurt,
And breathed in tainted air.
3 Thy mercy sweetened every soil,
Made every region please;
The hoary Alpine hills it warmed,
And smoothed the Tyrrhene seas.
4 Think, oh my soul, devoutly think,
How with affrighted eye
Thou sawest the wide-extended deep,
In all its horrors rise!
5 Confusion dwelt in every face,
And fear in every heart,
When waves on waves, and gulfs in gulfs,
O'ercame the pilot's art.
6 Yet then from all my griefs, O Lord,
Thy mercy set me free,
While, in the confidence of prayer,
My heart took hold on Thee.
7 For though in dreadful whirls we hung,
High on the broken wave,
I knew Thou wert not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.
8 The storm was laid, the winds retired,
Obedient to Thy will;
The sea, that roared at thy command,
At Thy command was still.
9 In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
Thy goodness I'll adore,
And praise Thee for Thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more. Languages: English
How are Thy servants blest, O Lord!
Tis my happiness below
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #334 (1867) Topics: Man a Saint In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble Lyrics: 1 'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross;
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss.
2 Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all,
This is happiness to me.
3 Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way;
Might I not with reason fear
I should be a cast-away?
4 Trials make the promise sweet;
Trials give new life to prayer;
Bring me to my Saviour's feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there. Languages: English
Tis my happiness below
Be still my heart! these anxious cares
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #335 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint Submission to the Will of God Lyrics: 1 Be still, my heart! these anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares,
They cast dishonor on thy Lord,
And contradict His gracious word.
2 Brought safely by His hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canst thou want if He provide,
Or lose thy way with such a guide?
3 When first before His mercy-seat
Thou didst to Him thy all commit,
He gave thee warrant from that hour,
To trust His wisdom, love, and power.
4 Did ever trouble yet befall,
And He refuse to hear thy call?
And has He not His promise passed,
That thou shalt overcome at last?
5 Though rough and thorny be the road,
It leads thee home, apace, to God;
Then count thy present trials small,
For heaven will make amends for all. Languages: English
Be still my heart! these anxious cares
Thy will be done! I will not fear
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #336 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint Submission to the Will of God Lyrics: 1 Thy will be done! I will not fear
The fate provided by Thy love;
Though clouds and darkness shroud me here,
I know that all is bright above.
2 The stars of heaven are shining on,
Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears;
And hopes of earth indeed are gone,
But are not ours th' immortal years?
3 Father! forgive the heart that clings,
Thus trembling, to the things of time;
And bid the soul, on angel wings,
Ascend into a purer clime.
4 There shall no doubts disturb its trust,
No sorrows dim celestial love;
But these afflictions of the dust,
Like shadows of the night, remove.
5 Even now, above, there's radiant day,
While clouds and darkness brood below;
Then, Father, joyful on my way
To drink the bitter cup I go. Languages: English
Thy will be done! I will not fear
Courage, my soul! while God is near
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #337 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint Submission to the Will of God Lyrics: 1 Courage, my soul! while God is near,
What enemy hast thou to fear?
How canst thou want a sure defence,
Whose refuge is Omnipotence?
2 Though thickest dangers crowd my way
My God can chase my fears away;
My steadfast heart on Him relies,
And all those dangers still defies.
3 Though billows after billows roll
To overwhelm my sinking soul,
Firm as a rock my faith shall stand,
Upheld by God's almighty hand.
4 In life His presence is my aid;
In death 'twill guide me through the shade,
Chase all my rising fears away,
And turn my darkness into day. Languages: English
Courage, my soul! while God is near
No change of time shall ever shock
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #340 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Man a Saint Steadfast and Abounding in Grace Lyrics: 1 No change of time shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to Thee;
For Thou hast always been a rock,
A fortress and defense to me.
2 Thou my deliverer art, my God;
My trust is in Thy mighty power:
Thou art my shield from foes abroad;
At home, my safeguard and my tower.
3 To Thee I will address my prayer,
To whom all praise we justly owe;
So shall I, by Thy watchful care,
Be guarded safe from every foe.
Languages: English
No change of time shall ever shock
Awake, my soul; stretch every nerve
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #341 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Steadfast and Abounding in Grace Lyrics: 1 Awake, my soul; stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high:
'Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye,--
4 That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.
Languages: English
Awake, my soul; stretch every nerve
Thou art my portion, Oh my God!
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #342 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Steadfast and Abounding in Grace Lyrics: 1 Thou art my portion, Oh my God!
Soon as I know Thy way,
My heart makes haste t' obey Thy word,
And suffers no delay.
2 I choose the path of heavenly truth,
And glory in my choice;
Not all the riches of the earth
Could make me so rejoice.
3 The testimonies of Thy grace
I set before mine eyes:
Thence I derive my daily strength,
And there my comfort lies.
4 Whene'er I wander from Thy path,
I think upon my ways;
Then turn my feet to Thy commands,
And trust Thy pardoning grace.
5 Now I am Thine, for ever Thine:
O save Thy servant, Lord!
Thou art my shield, my hiding-place;
My hope is in Thy word.
6 Thou hast inclined this heart of mine
Thy statutes to fulfil;
And thus till mortal life shall end
Would I perform Thy will. Languages: English
Thou art my portion, Oh my God!
Watchfulness
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #343 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Man a Saint Steadfast and Abounding in Grace First Line: Ye servants of the Lord Lyrics: 1 Ye servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of His heavenly word,
And watchful at his gate.
2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in His sight,
For awful is His name.
3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command,
And while we speak, He's near;
Mark the first signal of His hand,
And ready all appear.
4 Oh happy servant he
In such a posture found!
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned. Languages: English
Watchfulness
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